there's a pair of never-worn leather boots
out on the fromt porch of that big red house.
(rose-red bricks, blood-red door)
there's a shadow behind the holes curtain
on the first floor of our ruined home.
it moves and
waves at me.
i let the arrow fly.
(rose-red bricks, blood-red door)
there's broken glass around the grass at my feet,
and mem'ries that refuse to sleep.
(rose-red bricks, blood-red door)
there's an empty frame hanging from that hook in the wall
where i was going to put up old photographs of us.
i let the dirt fall over you.
(rose-red bricks, blood-red door)
there's beauty to be found in the depths of your faded eyes,
but you wouldn't let me.
i did it anyways,
and you laughed.
(rose-red bricks, blood-red door)
there's a faceless mannequin in the shop window with the same
logo as the bag still sitting by your bedside.
i opened it early,
and put the boots outside,
and forced you to use the back-door
instead.
later, i said.
okay.
you were smiling.
(rose-red bricks, blood-red door)
there's a branch in the middle of the dusty path,
and we tripped and fell.
i fell off a road,
you fell off the white cliffs.
(rose-red bricks, blood-red door)
there's
[ an empty house
lifeless rooms
wasted papers
holes
angular voices
sharp echoes
a desperate plea ]
in my heart.
(rose-red bricks, blood-red door)
you let the arrow fly.
